Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.